by Joey W. Hill
“And yet, though Savannah wasn’t supposed to touch the window—a sign next to it said not to do so—it was as if those women recognized she had acted purely on the feelings they’d evoked in her. So, as the women began to climax, the one on the bottom reached out and pressed her palm to the window, right beneath Savannah’s. They stayed linked that way for a few vital seconds before the woman took her hand away and looped her arms around her lover’s bare shoulders.”
Rachel wet her lips. “What did you say to her?”
“Nothing,” Matt said. “When she took her hand away, I was standing directly behind her. My breath was stirring some of the strands of that gorgeous blond hair. She tilted her head down, her chin angling, so I could see the fringe of her lashes, the soft press of her lips. She knew it was me. I knew it.” His jaw tightened. “But then she moved, and was walking away, as if she hadn’t seen me, hadn’t been aware of my presence.
“Up until that moment, I hadn’t realized how much I wanted her, that she wasn’t just another woman who’d captured my interest sexually, intellectually. But it was as if a curtain drew back, and behind it was every experience and thought I’d had with and about her. All of it came together in a way that told me I was in love with her, and needed to find a way to open her heart to me.”
That raptor look returned to his gaze, the intensity that could wash heat over any woman’s skin. “I knew I had to convince her of what I knew from that moment forward. That she was mine.”
“Which, in a legal environment, sounds like the opening of a CSI episode,” Ben commented. “The one that starts with the bad guy in the basement, sniffing the strands of hair he pulled out of her garbage.”
Rachel hid a smile as Ben ducked the peanuts Matt fired his way with the accuracy of grapeshot. “Ow.”
“Time to fulfill Matt’s wish,” Jon told her quietly. He slid his fingers between her legs, stroking the damp lips of her sex as her legs quivered and loosened for him. “Are you ready, Rachel?”
She nodded. He raised his voice, directing his next words to the K&A CEO. “I think it’s time to give our bad girl a chance to tease our good one.”
“Absolutely,” Peter agreed, as Matt nodded.
It brought to mind some of Rachel’s most vivid fantasies about Dana. The former Army sergeant pushing her down on a bed, laying upon her… Much like Matt had just described.
Peter lifted Dana back onto the table, knees first. As she dropped to her palms, he bent down to kiss the sole of her dangling foot. He had the clit shield in one hand and laid it on the table before he told her his bidding. “Go find that good girl, Sergeant. Center of the table.”
Dana smiled faintly, her head cocked to his voice, and then she started in the indicated direction. Her expression was intent, the erotic movements of her body almost like that of a prowling female cat.
Jon had lifted Rachel back onto the table, too, so Rachel met her at the center, reaching out to touch her so Dana knew where she was. Dana caught her wrist with unsettling accuracy before Rachel made contact, her grip strong. She pressed against Rachel, an undeniable requirement that Rachel sit back on her heels, as Dana did the same, the two of them knee to knee.
The terms were Dana would be on top, but her actions suggested Dana was taking that further. Being the top. Dana was a submissive, but she had an alpha side to her, cultivated by her Army rank and ministering to urban youth who needed a tough hand. However, since Rachel was used to the other side of her, the reminder of that harder edge caught her by thrilling surprise now. Rachel’s natural, soul-deep submission responded, settling under Dana’s hold, waiting for direction.
“Been wanting to take you over all night, good girl.” Despite the sensual threat, Peter’s wife took her time, using her other hand to trail her fingers along Rachel’s hair and face, her throat, teasing the delicate lines above and below Jon’s collar. Rachel raised her chin in response, and Dana’s expression became more intent, her thumb sliding down the column of Rachel’s windpipe to rest in the pocket between her collarbones, where the sapphire pendant teased Dana’s knuckles.
At length she leaned forward to rub her cheek against Rachel’s. She spoke softly, but with a tone that commanded Rachel’s attention.
“On your back, good girl. Spread your legs. Arms draped over your head.” But first Dana dipped her head and nipped Rachel’s shoulder, none-too-gently. Rachel stayed still under the bite, her breath getting shallow as Dana eased the hold to give her a teasing lick. “Now, baby,” Dana said. “Don’t make me get rough with you. Rougher than I already plan to be.”
Rachel shifted to her backside and laid down, spreading her legs as Dana moved between them. Her golden-brown fingers slid along Rachel’s paler skin, her knees, her inner thighs. When Rachel squirmed a little at the knees, ticklish, a devilish smile appeared on Dana’s face. Her thumbs glided along the outside of Rachel’s labia, stroking, then moved over, doing a circular massage of that soft flesh. Rachel lifted to the touch, her knuckles sliding along the mat.
“There you are. You like that. But you don’t get to enjoy it too much.” Dana moved onward, hands passing over Rachel’s stomach, upper abdomen, knuckles grazing the underside of her breasts. Using her now well strengthened core and thigh muscles, Dana positioned herself over Rachel. Rachel throttled back a moan when her clit slid across Rachel’s, their sexes meeting with a nice resulting swirl of sensation.
“Lovely, but your pussy’s not wet enough yet,” Dana said, and licked her fingers. She slid them between their bodies to add to the lubrication. Rachel didn’t think it would take long for her to naturally add to the slipperiness. Dana knew what she was doing, moving her body against Rachel’s in a light, teasing circular motion, then a slow drag down and up.
Rachel’s breath left her in a flutter as Dana increased the pressure of the contact, then eased off, her fingers flexing on Rachel’s hips. Then, just as Matt had described, she curled forward and lowered her head to pull one of Rachel’s nipples into her mouth again, all while she continued to rub against her.
“Oh…” Rachel sighed out her pleasure, her fingers curling and uncurling. “Please…Dana…I want to touch you.”
Dana’s lips curved against her skin. “No wonder Jon gets hard when you beg. Tell me again. Convince me.”
“Please…I want to put my hands on you…hold you…ah…” A cry came from Rachel at the amazing things Dana’s body was pulling from her.
“Wish granted, good girl.”
Rachel didn’t need to be told twice. She wound her arms around Dana’s shoulders, cradling her skull, her dark hair soft under her fingertips.
The men’s silence had that intimate weight to it. It felt like there was a golden spotlight on them, heat and silver motes in the air. They hadn’t started playing cards again, and she wondered if they would, or if they would abandon the props to the whole enticing scenario and have her and Dana enact fantasy after fantasy for them without interruption.
Dana lifted her face, her green eyes, even unfocused, filled with fire. Her mouth was set in a dangerous smile. “I kind of wish I was wearing a strap-on,” she said huskily. “So I could fuck that good girl pussy, hard and deep.”
The words pulled a guttural groan from Rachel’s lips and Dana’s expression became even more glittering. “Yeah, baby,” Dana said. “Tell me how it feels, my pussy against yours.”
“Good,” Rachel gasped. “So good.”
Dana changed her motion. Goddess, she excelled at this. Rachel had been right. It took no time for her to be wet enough and then some to help keep Dana’s motions fluid, literally and figuratively. But Rachel wasn’t surprised by that. Dana was a sexual powerhouse, able to make a priest rethink celibacy. And beyond that, Jon had trained Rachel to be ready so quick. Sometimes all it took was a look from him for her body to ready itself.
When they’d met, she’d thought she was drying out, losing her sex drive. Unable to get wet enough even to take her vibrator inside, back then, she’
d settled for clitoral orgasms only. How lost she’d been. How much of herself she would have lost for good, if not for him.
“Think it’s time to deal the next hand,” Ben said. Apparently, they weren’t ready to completely abandon the game. She’d have been fine either way, but she had to admit the cards gave an extra kick to all of this, not knowing who’d win next.
But Dana’s building reaction drew her attention from the dealing, the interplay between the men. The black woman had been close to orgasm when she went to sit in Peter’s lap. Now she was back up that ramp, and teetering over the edge. “Master…I can’t…I’m really close.”
“Matt, you can do the honors,” Peter said. “It’s your hand.”
“I’d never take that right away from her Master,” Matt responded courteously.
“I insist.”
“Fucking hell,” Dana whispered under her breath. Rachel caught a laugh in the back of her throat, mixed with sympathy and lust though it was.
“What was that, Sergeant?” Peter asked sharply. Rachel was sure they had every intention of driving the poor woman insane. It was their united specialty.
“Nothing, sir,” Dana responded in a strangled voice. Even with her darker skin color, Rachel could see a flush building over her small breasts, up the base of her throat. Her arms trembled and her lips stretched in a rigid mask as she tried not to release. She was going to go over without permission, if Peter or Matt didn’t say something soon. That might be their intent, another excuse to dish out memorable punishment.
But not this time. Matt spoke. “Dana, come for us.”
Dana obliged instantly, her body going tense as the climax seized her, her hips pressing her sex harder against Rachel’s. It sent a surge of response through Rachel that she met by working herself against Dana when Dana lost the ability to coordinate. Following instinct and her own desires, Rachel cupped Dana’s firm buttocks as the woman’s body elongated and stiffened. She was rewarded by a deepening of Dana’s throaty screams.
They rocked together against the mat. She clasped her legs over Dana’s upper thighs, holding her. Dana’s body continued to move with frenetic energy against Rachel’s. However, as if Dana knew how close Rachel was herself to that pinnacle, she came down upon Rachel, breast to breast. She found her mouth to kiss Rachel deep, tongue sweeping in to play as she curled her fingers in Rachel’s thick hair.
That was how Dana finished, her body flush against Rachel’s, and pressing her face into her shoulder, drawing deep breaths. Now Rachel was the one quivering, little sparks shooting through her nerve endings, up and down the area where Dana rested, and especially where their sexes were still pressed against one another. The effect was electric. Rachel’s hips twitched, wanting to keep moving, rubbing, but she made herself hold still. Rubbed her palms up and down Dana’s back, her shoulder blades and waist, back down over her buttocks. Dana shivered at the caresses and turned her face to trail her lips along Rachel’s cheek.
As they took a breath, holding onto one another, Rachel became vaguely aware that more cards were being exchanged, swapped out. And then they had their next hand winner.
“Finally,” Jon said.
“We gave you that one out of pity,” Ben said. “I’ll bet Matt was holding a royal flush.”
Jon ignored him. “Dana, take my girl to the edge of the table, where Ben is. You were already working your way there.”
Rachel realized he was right. Their movements had become enthusiastic enough they’d managed to move to within a foot of the edge above their heads. Close to Ben.
“Don’t ever say I don’t do you any favors,” Jon said, and Rachel realized he was talking to Ben. “Tip your head over the table, Rachel, and take his cock.”
“You just want to destroy my concentration, so I don’t win the next hand,” Ben said, but there was a masculine satisfaction to his voice that told her he didn’t object.
Dana had recovered enough to slip an arm around Rachel’s waist and help her adjust. They were close enough to Matt that he reached out and stroked his fingertips down Dana’s flank.
“Very well done,” he murmured, and turned an expression with a similar level of approval toward Rachel. “Your Masters are very fortunate.”
Did they just intuitively know how to pepper moments like this with that kind of reinforcement? With it, those terrible thoughts that sometimes crept into Rachel’s head couldn’t gain a foothold. She wasn’t dirty, twisted, or a slut. She belonged to her Master, and everything she did under his command was an expression of her love and devotion. A response to those same things from him, an ever- strengthening coil that bonded them and made her doubt herself less and less.
However, while her emotional doubts might be at an ebb, she had some worries on the physical side of things. They all knew about Ben’s size, reinforced by Dana’s firsthand knowledge of it, from the night Ben and Peter had shared her. Peter had fulfilled one of his wife’s personal fantasies, to be shared by two men.
Rachel knew how to take Jon in her mouth, give him pleasure, but she wondered if the same skill would be applicable. Her earlier fear, that she might fail to live up to her Master’s expectations of her, started to return. Until she remembered two things. First, Jon’s number one rule. What pleased her, pleased him. What didn’t please her—what hurt her, or made her feel wrong—would never be his desire. Never.
Second, Peter’s admonition. Every man here also considers it his job to take care of you.
She had a desire to succeed, to please and exceed expectations. That was far different from a fear of failure.
She tipped her head over the table’s edge. Ben supported her skull in his large hand, lifted to put a rolled-up towel beneath her neck to cushion it. As she looked up at his face, she saw he was studying her hair, which he gathered up, stroked, and then let it spill over the table’s edge.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered. Opening his jeans, he reached into a snug pair of black boxers and scooped out an organ that had Rachel blinking. Secondhand information was different from being close enough to see what had been pressing against straining fabric. Really close. Holy Goddess.
“Just do the best you can, darlin’,” Ben advised, amusement in his voice, but a hunger as well. When her gaze flicked up to his emerald green eyes, she moistened her lips at what she saw there. He liked her being a little intimidated, but not in the wrong way. It had her heart pounding up high in her chest, especially when he added, “Dana, I want her even more hot and bothered. Get your pussy working on hers again.”
Dana complied instantly. Now that her own climax had occurred, she had her precision back. Her rhythm was unfaltering, the pressure just right. In no more than a few strokes, that renewed contact shot sensation through Rachel, making her lips part eagerly, seeking him.
He was of a mind to tease her first, though, winding his fingers in her hair to gather it up again, then letting it cascade over his cock. He seemed to enjoy feeling and watching the strands glide over his flesh, feather off her cheeks and face, before they fell back over the table or off it.
She closed her eyes, experiencing the other side of that sensation, his fingers stroking her scalp, her face, her neck. Then he was cupping her skull again in a firm grip, and she felt the head of his cock touch her mouth. Her lips opened again, but he stopped there, caressing her mouth with that broad part. Inhaling the musky scent, she also felt the wetness of pre-come on her lips, gratifying evidence of the arousal he’d likely been feeling most of the night, watching her and Dana bring their girl-girl fantasies to life.
“I’m going to push your comfort zone,” he advised, his voice dropping an octave. With her eyes closed, her other senses were enhanced. She heard the beast beneath the civilized surface. “Do you want that?”
She nodded, an answer to the question he asked, and an acceptance of that side of him. Her heart rate accelerated, trepidation and anticipation driving the increased beat.
“Then open your eyes and look at me as I p
ush inside your mouth.”
She raised her lashes, and met his gaze. Just like his voice, his eyes revealed how demanding he could be. The harsh glitter in his eyes, the deepening to the planes of his face, brought a vivid recall of how he’d savored her reaction when he’d spanked her over the ruler strikes.
As he guided himself past her lips and started to push in further, she made a tiny noise of distress, she couldn’t help it. But she wanted to please him, please her Master, and…oh, Goddess.
Dana had paused during Ben’s question, perhaps because Peter had touched her, a signal. Now, though, the woman continued her movement against Rachel, clit against clit, then down lower, Dana pushing harder between her legs and dragging upward, slowly, so slowly as Ben impaled Rachel’s mouth at the same excruciating rate.
Rachel’s hips jerked, and she sought purchase on the mat with grasping hands, since she wouldn’t dare touch him without permission, and wasn’t sure if it was okay to grab hold of Dana.
Ben closed his hands over hers and lifted them to his hips, giving her something to grip. She grasped the flesh inside the loosened hold of his jeans.
“Don’t be afraid to dig your nails in, Rachel. The more it hurts, the better it is.”
Deep. Deeper. Jon had taught her to control her gag reflex, because he was well-endowed enough to go beyond it, but this was even past those limits. Just when she thought she might panic, Ben stopped. She’d had to close her eyes again, no choice, but he didn’t chastise her. Instead, he laid his palm over her heart, fingers framing her nipple on either side.
“Beating like a rabbit,” he observed with satisfaction. “Show me what you can do with those tongue and lips, with your mouth full of cock.”
She did her best, taking joy in the challenge, even as she groaned against him. Dana was not only doing those circular movements, but had slid her fingers beneath their contact point and was feathering her touch through Rachel’s cunt and then easing in, slow, slow.
Every ounce of her effort was needed to focus on giving a Master pleasure as ordered. Her lower body seemed swept by fire, a climax shudderingly close. Her nipples were tight, her skin tingling all over. Ben withdrew, then thrust back into her mouth. Again. Again. It was a friction that worked for her as she sucked, licked, and tried not to get him with her teeth. Though when she did, his hand tightened in her hair in a way that confirmed what he said. He didn’t mind the pain.